Date: Mon, 16 May 2011 09:15:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Jarbear Jarbear Subject: Gay Campground - 43 By jarbear1974@yahoo.com. Write me and let me know what you think. I answer all emails. Also, I have a layout of the campground as I see it when I write the chapters. If you would like one to go along with the chapters as you read them, just ask and I'll email you a copy. Characters & events that are referred to in previous chapters will have the chapter number in parenthesis. As the crew members and I were heading for my trailer for supper, I heard young Tim (ch20.39.42) call out to me. I stopped and turned around. As Tim was walking towards me I told the crew to go on to my trailer. Giving them my lot number, I told them to wait and I would be there in a minute. When Tim got to me, he stood there for a minute acting a little awkward, little afraid to talk to me. "What do you want?" I asked. "Well," Tim paused again, "I am so glad you took me in that night when I was abandoned. I don't know what I would have done. I appreciate all that you and Brad have done for me." "Brad?" I asked, "What did he do?" "He's been letting me stay in his trailer. "He's been feeding me and we've had talks and he's been listening to me. We've become real close buddies. But there's a problem." "What's that?" "I don't have any money. I don't have a job and I feel like I'm taking advantage of Brad and his hospitality. I need a job and prove that I can do something and carry my own weight around here. Do you have any job openings? I'll work real hard and prove myself." I looked steadily into his eyes and pondered for a moment. Then I began smiling, "Tim, my friend, it just so happens that I do have a job opening. It's a humble job, but if you prove yourself, I promise you that I'll give you bigger and better responsibilities later. Are you interested?" I could tell that Tim was excited. "I'll do anything! I don't care. You'll be proud of me. You'll see!" "Come to my office in the morning and we'll talk. OK?" "Sure, boss!" He began to turn to walk away when he stopped, "Hey let me help you fix supper for the guys. I know you need some help. Can I?" "Sure! I like the way you anticipate needs around here. Take initiative around here and I won't have to worry about you." When we got to my trailer, the crew was seated at the picnic table calmly waiting for me. Tim then spoke softly, "If you don't mind, why don't I just go in, see what I can find to fix for supper and you just stay out here and entertain the guys?" "Sounds good to me. Just go in and help yourself to whatever you can find." As Tim hopped in the trailer, I sat down at the picnic table with the guys, "Well, fellas, what do you think of your first day here?" "What do you mean – work or play?" "Both." "We think it's great in both departments. When the other crew told us about this place, we didn't imagine it would be like this. Workin' hard all day, then getting' our rewards with plenty of sex, how can it get any better than this?" "Glad you like it," I replied, "I'm going to have to give your boss a call in the morning. There's been several changes and as a result, as soon as the two cottages are built, we need to get a bunkhouse built. You guys can't just stay in tents all this time." "Why this all of a sudden?" "Well, I just hired Tim to do the janitorial work. I hired Frank to help Randy with the grounds and maintenance. I hired Travis to be the accountant in overseeing this business. I hired Kevin to run the store and canteen. So we need to build a building for the store and canteen, another Katrina cottage for Kevin and Travis and future Katrina cottages for those who want to buy a more permanent place here. We've got some major expansion going on here." One of the guys spoke up, "That's great. We are here for ya. We'll do all we can as far as construction in getting it done for you." "Thanks. I appreciate that." We discussed the future of the campground and I shared some of my ideas and goals as well as the journalist coming Friday for the write-up for the magazine."(ch33) I decided to check on how Tim was doing. So as I got up and headed towards the trailer, I spoke, "You guys want a beer?" "Sure! Thanks!" Stepping in the trailer, I saw Tim working furiously getting supper fixed. "How's it going, my friend?" "I think I'm getting it together OK." I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him. We took a moment for a long French kiss. Gently cupping his ass cheeks in my hands, I asked, "How's your ass feeling with all that fucking you got?" "My ass sure is sore, but I'm feeling great. Again, thanks for hiring me, you won't be sorry you did." "I know. Has Brad filled you in with what all goes on here with the staff?" "Are you talking about the staff putting on sex shows, blowing the delivery guys in the receiving building, and having sex with the campers?" "Yes. But I want you to understand that this is not expected of you because you are part of staff. The staff does all that because they want to – they enjoy it. We'll talk about it more tomorrow. Right now, let's get these guys fed. I'm getting them their beers." I stepped out of the trailer and glanced towards the picnic table. I was taken aback. The crew guys were kneeling on the benches of the picnic table, leaning over the table – two on either side. Four campers had appeared and were fucking the construction guys in the ass. The guys were holding hands with the guys across the table from them for stability as their asses were being pummelled. Walking towards them, I spoke up, "Can't leave you guys for a moment before you're off sexing again!" We all laughed as I handed them their beers. Mind you, the fucking continued as we conversed. "Yeah, our one friend here who was fucked during lunch told us it felt so great that we had to try it out for ourselves. These campers here were happy to oblige us." "Well, then, what you think about having a cock up your ass?" "Wow! It feels so great! We thought we were just tops. But now you can label us as `versatile'." I handed them their beers and they drank as the campers were building up tension, signaling that they were about to shoot. I just stood there holding my beer, taking a swig once in a while, watching them. The campers then grabbed the hips of the construction guys and jammed their cocks in one final time when they shot, yelling in orgasmic delight. They panted for a moment before they finally pulled their cocks out. They thanked each other for the fuck and the campers walked off. I then got an idea. "Hey guys, mind if I try something new? I wonder what beer and cum mixed tastes like?" "Might as well try it out. Our asses are still here and waiting." I walked up to the first guy, slid the neck of my bottle into his ass a little ways, then poured some of the beer in. I got on my knees, parted his cheeks and pressed my mouth against his hole. I easily sucked out the mixture and swallowed it. When I stood up, the guy I just ate out spoke, "Well, what do you think?" I pondered for a moment, then said with a smirk, "I don't know, I'll have to try it again." I then went to the second guy and did the same thing. I stood up, they asked again, and again with a chuckle, I gave the same answer. So I went to the third – same thing. This time, we were laughing as I went to the fourth. When I was done drinking the beer/cum mixture out of his ass, one guy spoke up. "OK, now what is your verdict?" "Wel-l-l, it's really a matter of personal opinion. It was ok. I did it to do something different, but I'm not hooked on it. You guys will just have to find out for yourselves." Tim then appeared with supper and set it on the table as the crew sat down on the benches. They ate ravenously. We continued talking when Randy and Frank appeared. While the crew was finishing supper, I got out enough lawn chairs for all of us and put them around the campfire which Randy started. We sat down and made ourselves comfortable and it wasn't long before the crew joined us. When there was a pause in the conversation, I spoke up, "Tim, we don't know much about you. Tell us something about yourself." Tim turned red and became shy for a moment, "I don't know what to tell you." "Tell us what you want us to know -- that's all." "Well, I didn't have a good family life at all, so I took off from home as soon as I could. I went to New York City and found out I was a pretty good dancer." "You were on Broadway?" "No, not that good. I was popular as a stripper at a gay bar. I drew pretty good crowds, if I say so myself." "You know, why don't you let us be the judge of that? I'll get my boombox and we'll get some music going and see what you can do." "Well, I'm use to being on stage, not dancing on the ground." "We can take care of that. Guys, gather up your chairs while I get the boombox. Let's go to the pavilion (ch10&20)in the cruising woods and see the show there. We'll give those guys outside this campground a taste of what they're missing here. You game, Tim?" "Why the hell not?" he replied laughing. So we all gathered everything up we needed and headed for the gate behind the barn. As we were walking there, one of the crew guys asked me, "What's this 'cruising woods'?" "It's a woods where guys from the outside can come and cruise for sex. It's sort of free advertising for us as well as a free service. Cruising is illegal in public areas, so they come here and they won't get in trouble. Also, campers can use it as well and they tell the cruisers about the campground. Then the cruisers will want to come here camping. "Sounds like a perfect setup," he responded, "But do you have elctricity out there for lighting and the boombox?" "Well, not yet," I answered, "But my boombox has got fresh batteries and the moon is full and its light is bright. I'm hoping that would be good enough." As we were walking the trail to the pavilion, we passed several cruisers. We definitely got their attention as we were all naked and they weren't. Every guy we passed, I informed them that there was going to be show in the pavilion in a minute if they wanedt to watch. Several turned around and went with us. When we got there, I set up the boombox and was just about to start when Tim spoke, "Oh my gosh, I forgot to get dressed! Half the show is on the stripping." One of the cruisers spoke up, "Here, put my clothes on. We're about the same size." He then proceeded to take off his clothes as the rest of the group watched him. I spoke up, "Boy! You're not shy." "Well, fuck, guys!" He answered, "Why be shy? Half here are naked and we are all here for the same reason." Quickly, Tim put on the cruiser's clothes while we set up our chairs facing the pavilion. When all was ready, Tim said, "Hit it!" and I hit the play button. As the music blared, Tim quickly got into the mood and began his routine as if it was totally natural for him. The cruisers throughout the woods seemed to all gravitate to the music coming from the pavilion and stood transfixed at what was before their eyes. As Tim seductively began removing his clothes, he looked at different guys in the audience as if he were going to pick them out. He first unzipped his pants without unbuckling and pulled out his now hard cock. As he continued to gyrate to the music, he began to stroke to the rhythm. After he pulled out his ball sack, he put his hands on top of his head and continued to dance -- his cock and balls bouncing. Tim then reached down and unbuckled his pants and as he danced, they naturally slid down his legs now exposing his crotch. He turned his back to the audience as he continued and then bent over and parted his ass cheeks, continuing with the rhythm of the music. He then slid a finger into his hole and fucked himself with it. The audience (and I as well) were mesmerized. He turned around to face the audience and in his continuing dance routine, he stepped out of his slacks and unbuttoned his shirt. There's something about a guy wearing nothing but a shirt that is such a turn on for me. His show was so mesmerizing that I didn't realize that my cock was hard and I was stroking it. Continuing to dance, he stepped down off the pavilion floor, then sat on the edge of it. He then leaned back until he was lying on the floor. Moving his legs to the rhythm, he lifted them up in the air, reached down and parted his ass cheeks, exposing his hole to all who were watching. From where I was sitting, I could see that his sphincter was even winking to the rhythm. He raised his head and looked between his legs straight at me. He smiled, winked at me and jerked his head, indicating for me to join him. I hesitated, I'm not a show dancer. I pretended not to catch on, until one of the crew members sitting next to me spoke out of the side of his mouth, "Bob, I think he wants you to join him." "I can't, I'm not good dancing in front of people." "Oh fuck, Bob! He doesn't want to you dance with him. He want you to take his ass. Go ahead. Do what you do so well!" So I got up and awkwardly sauntered to him. His legs were still up in the air, showing of his luscious pink asshole. I sqatted down and pushed my face in and kissed that sweet, pink rosebud. I looked at it and it winked at me. I looked up to Tim -- he looked back as me smiling. Then I stuck my face in his ass again, working my tongue up and down his crack stopping once in a while to tongue fuck his hole. The audience was cheering me on with wolf whistles and dirty words. This got me all the more into rimmiing Tim's ass. As I continued, I reached my hands behind me and made the motion for the audience to join me. I couldn't hear sound of movement because the blaring of the music, but it wasn't long before I sensed that guys were gathering around me. I heard one guy close to me say, "Aw fuck! I gotta get these clothes off. I'm so fuckin horny, I can't stand it." Using my peripheral vision, I saw the guy hastily get out of his clothes and drop them in a pile where he was standing. He gave a fews jerks of his cock, then stepped up on the pavilion stage. "Come on, guys!" I heard him yell, "Get the fuck out of your clothes and let's get it on!" I pulled back from Tim's ass for a moment to watch all the cruisers strip out of their clothes and then move in together. There must have been about twenty of us doing anything and everything with each other: rimming, fucking, sucking, kissing, jerking, fingering. It was all happening at the same time. With only the full moon giving its light, the scene looked mysterious, seductive and hot all at the same time. I decided to get on the pavilion stage and when I did, I noticed a cruiser take my place at Tim's ass and began to rim furiously. I grabbed some of the cruisers' clothes and spread them on the floor. I got on all fours and yelled, "Come on, guys! I want my ass and mouth fucked at the same time! Give me your fuckin' cum loads! I want them all!" "Well, bitch," I heard one guy say, "If you want it, you're going to get it." I didn't look to see who was who. I just wanted to suck cock and get my ass fucked good. And they did. My ass wasn't empty of cock for more than 30 seconds before another cock slid in. The same way was with my mouth. And they filled me with their loads. They wanted a victim for their sex and I was him. Of course, I couldn't ever be a victim. A victim is one who is not willing. Remember my favorite saying? You can never rape the willing! After an hour, the guys started pulling away and leaving. They were getting exhausted with the intense sex of the group. Soon our group was the only one left: the four crew guys, Tim, Randy, Frank and me. We laid there for a moment panting, just looking at each other and smiling. One of the crew members had a cum load splattered all over his face. Tim's ass was sore. I could tell because he was reaching down between his legs, massaging it for comfort. "Well guys," I said still panting, "I think we better head back. Tim, you sure know how to dance! You've got a real gift there!" As we stood and started for the gate, Tim replied, "Well, I've had a couple of good teachers in New York. Maybe once in a while I'll put on a special show at the campground. That should draw some good business. I know of friends who will come from New York City to watch -- more business for you." A crew member spoke up, "This is one fuckin' awesom place!" Then speaking to the rest of the construction crew, he continued, "Guys we know other guys who like a lot of man-to-man sex like this. We need to tell them about it. We don't want this place to close because of lack of customers." I only smiled.